A Force Of Habit
By Jessica Drew
Originally Posted On Fictionmania
Chapter 17
"What do you think?" Heather came up behind Carl as he breathlessly stared at his reflection in the mirror. She looked over his shoulder, her hands encircling his small waist from behind.
Carl looked first at himself, then at Heather, then back again. They could have been twins. But no, it was more than that. They were identical. Right down to the black lace underwear and negligee that they wore.
"How...how did you do that?" Carl spoke, finding he even sounded like Heather.
"You remember don't you? Eye of newt, wing of bat...." Heather grinned impishly as she softly kissed Carl's bare shoulder, running a finger over the small crescent moon tattoo on his upper right arm.
Carl turned round to face Heather, his long brunette hair brushing over his back, tickling the upper part of his rounded buttocks.
"Yes... but I never imagined..."
"You're so beautiful...." Heather interrupted as she leaned in, kissing Carl softly on the lips.
"Heather! Please!" Carl broke their kiss, his green eyes widening.
"What's wrong Carl, you do love me don't you?"
"Of course, but..."
"Then do this for me, it'll be fun."
Heather kissed Carl again causing him to whimper. He could feel his breasts pressing up against Heather's through their negligees.
Carl mumured as their kiss intensified. He ran his feminine hands over Heather's small back, pulling her in tighter. He felt Heather's hands running through his own luxuriant long hair.
"This feels really strange." Carl could feel his breasts heaving under his bra along with an odd tickling sensation between his legs. "Isn't it strange for you?"
"I play with myself all the time when you're not around, this isn't really any different."
Carl looked shocked. He hadn't known that about Heather. They kissed
again. Carl felt his pulse racing as new, not at all unpleasant sensations, began to wash over him. He felt Heather turn him round and gently they fell back onto the bed, still passionately kissing, their long hair flailing around them both.
Heather lay atop Carl, her hands running over his soft smooth skin. Her hands ran up to his breasts, squeezing them gently through his negligee.
"Mmmmmm," Carl purred, his eyes rolling back. He had to admit that it felt good. He watched as Heather, straddling his female body, pulled her negligee up over her head. She reached around behind her, unclasping her bra. Her pert C-cup breasts jutted from her chest, her pink nipples swollen and hard. Carl's hands came up to feel Heather's breasts. It seemed strange to see his small feminine hands and their long polished fingernails. He gently stroked Heather's breasts. He did love her so. And if she wanted to try this, then he would let her.
Carl let Heather pull his slender body upright. He didn't protest when she pulled his own negligee up over his head, pulling his long brunette hair free, and tossing it to the floor along with her own. Sliding her hands over his smooth back, she unclasped his bra. Carl gasped as he felt the constriction around his breasts slacken. He stared down in wonder as Heather pulled his lacy bra from his feminine body. His breasts were a perfect size and sat pert and firm on his chest. It seemed so strange to see Heather's breasts from this angle. Heather smiled warmly at him as she ran her palms over his sensitive mounds. When she squeezed them roughly, Carl gasped effeminately.
"You like that baby?" Heather whispered as she kissed her feminized lover. Carl bit his lip, nodding meekly.
"Lie back," Heather instructed. She lay atop Carl, their breasts pressed together as they shared passionate kisses. Heather slid down, sucking Carl's left nipple into her mouth.
"Uhhhh," Carl gasped as he looked down, feeling Heather's tongue flicking around his sensitive nipple. Heather swapped to his right nipple, licking and sucking it into her mouth till Carl felt them harden.
"Lift your ass up," Heather instructed. Carl lifted his round bottom from the bed, his hands resting on his swollen breasts as Heather hooked her thumbs into the waist band of his lacy panties. As she pulled them down his long legs, Carl could see a small patch of brown pubic hair between his legs. The vacancy between his legs seemed odd and unerved him greatly, but the warm strange tingling sensation he felt was intoxicating.
"Listen.... uh, Heather? I think maybe this has gone far enough," Carl's voice wavered.
"You can't stop now, this is the best part." Heather glared up at him, her green eyes sparkling as she parted Carl's milky white thighs. She stared lustilly between Carl's spread legs, causing him to blush fiercly. "I always wished I could lick my own pussy," Heather giggled as she settled between Carl's open thighs. She stared up at Carl seductively as she brought her tongue to his pussy.
"Uhhhhhh." Carl's eyes rolled back and he gripped the bed covers tightly. The feeling was indescribable. Heather's tongue probed his wet pussy, sliding around his outer and inner labia.
"Mmmmmmm," Heather moaned into Carl's moist pussy as she ate him out, hungrily lapping at his pussy juices and sucking hard on his stiff little clitoris. Carl scooped his breasts up in his small hands, pinching his hard nipples as he writhed on the bed, moaning loudly.
"Yessss, yessssss," Carl moaned, his hips jerking upwards everytime Heather's tongue flicked his sensitive clitty. She continued lapping and sucking and licking until Carl could hold on no longer.
"UHHHHH!!! UHHHHHH!!! UHHHHH!" Carl cried out in his feminine voice as he felt his pussy tighten again and again. His face and chest blushed as he came, his powerful orgasm like nothing he had ever experienced as a man.
"Mmmm, you taste good," Heather purred as she slid up beside Carl, her soft hands caressing his perspiring body. Carl gasped for breath.
"I've got something else we can try, if you like." Heather kissed her lover's soft lips. Carl watched as Heather reached for the transformation stone, as it sat glowing softly on the bedside table.
Carl lay on the bed, his feminine body naked and still glowing from his orgasm. He watched as Heather stood beside the bed. She closed her eyes, drawing her palm across the stone's surface.
Almost instantly Carl could see that her hair was beginning to shorten, snaking its way up her back and up past her shoulders. As Heather sat the stone back on the table she began to grow in height, her slender limbs beginning to fill out. Her green eyes flashed, dulling to a plain grey-blue as her face reshaped itself, dark stubble forming across her cheeks. Her muscles flexed and grew as her chest deflated, in their place two toned pectoral muscles. Her lacey panties filled out, covering her backside and part of her thick thighs like a pair of shorts.
Carl gasped, for there, standing before him was... himself.
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"What do you think?" Heather enquired using Carl's deep masculine voice. She flexed her strong biceps.
"I.... I can't believe it..." Carl stammered in his high-pitched register.
"I always wondered what it must have been like when you fucked me with your hard cock. Looks like now I'll get to find out."
Carl glanced down. He could see that Heather was getting an erection beneath her black shorts.
"Please Heather.... enough is enough.... Change me back, change us both back!" Carl pleaded.
"Shhhhh...." Heather slid onto the bed, positioning herself above Carl. She kissed at his soft neck. Carl could feel her stubble abraisvely rubbing against his skin. He tried to push her off, but she was too heavy. Too strong.
Carl felt Heather's large hands groping roughly at his breasts as she forced her lips over his. It was bizarre to find himself kissing...himself. Carl whimpered beneath the stronger man.
"Don't fight it Carl," Heather groaned as she slid a large hand between Carl's legs. Carl's eyes rolled back and he gasped as Heather began to massage his sensitive pussy. "That's it, let's get that pussy of yours nice and wet for me."
Carl felt his legs parting with a mind of their own as he gasped and writhed under Heather's ministrations.
"That's it," Heather grunted as she slid out of her shorts, her thick, hard cock bobbing between her legs. Carl's eyes widened as he looked down. He made one last protest, pushing hard at Heather's toned chest, but she would not budge. The next thing he knew, he could feel the large head of Heather's cock beginning to spread his wet pussy.
"Uhhhhhhh!!" Carl gasped, his back arching as in one deep lunge Heather entered him, filling his pussy with her hard shaft.
"Mmmmmm, it feels great being the man," Heather said as she lay still, her cock fully inside Carl. Carl quivered, gasping for breath at the new sensations. Slowly, Heather drew her penis back almost all the way, before thrusting back inside of Carl. Again he moaned, his back arching.
Supporting herself with her strong arms on the bed, Heather began rocking her hips, gyrating against Carl. Her cock slid relentlessly in and out of his slippery wet vagina.
Carl gasped and moaned, his feminine hands running over Heather's toned chest. Heather then grasped his slender legs holding them high in the air as he fucked him harder. She was now entering him so deeply that he had to clasp his hands over his mouth to stop from screaming.
"I'm gonna cum," Heather groaned, "I'm gonna cum in your pussy."
Carl cried out as his pussy spasmed, suctioning against Carl's throbbing cock as she began jetting hot cum up inside of his vagina.
"Good girl..." Heather purred as she slid in and out of Carl a final few times, a sly grin forming across her masculine features.
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The next day...
Carl sat in his plush leather chair, staring blankly out of the 14th story window of his executive office. He'd scarcely done any work all day. All he could think about was last night. Had it really happened? Carl closed his eyes recalling the sensation of Heather's hard prick fucking his wet pussy. He gasped opening his eyes, glancing down at his body, just to reassure himself that he was indeed a man again. After the sex last night, Heather had used the stone to change them both back to normal. It had been a relief, but he still couldn't get the thoughts of what had happened out of his mind. Carl was interrupted by the intercom buzzing on his large wooden desk.
"There's a Miss O'Brien to see you sir." The sound of his secretary's voice sounded tiny through the small speaker.
Heather? What was she doing here? She had never come to see him at work before. Carl held down the intercom button.
"Uh, send... send her in."
Carl stood up, smoothing his crisp black suit and buttoning his jacket. He watched as the door opened and sure enough Heather walked in.
She wore a fitted white blouse and a tight black mini-skirt that hugged her wide hips and backside. Her long supple legs where covered by a pair of black silk stockings, the tops of which Carl could just about glimpse as she walked across the room, her high heels clacking loudly on the hard floor. She wore her long brunette hair up in a pony tale and wore a bright red lipstick on her lips.
"Honey, I uh... This is a surprise." Carl still felt awkward in his partner's presence given what had happened last night.
Heather kissed him briefly on the lips.
"I just wanted to see where you worked." Heather looked around at the plush luxury office that Carl worked in. "You're very lucky, you know." Carl watched as Heather smoothed her short skirt behind her and sat down in his padded leather chair. "Oh yes, this is comfortable, I could get used to this."
"Heather, uh...what do you want?" Carl watched as Heather reached into her handbag, a soft red glow emmanating from within. She carefully pulled out the transformation stone. "Yes about that..." Carl stammered. He watched helplessly as Heather closed her eyes, drawing her palm across the stone's smooth surface.
Carl gasped as he began to feel his hair snaking its way down his cheeks, to his shoulders, then down to his back. He held his hands up watching as they became more slender, his fingernails starting to lengthen.
"Heather no!" Carl's voice slipped into a higher register.
As he looked at Heather he could see her own hair begin to get shorter, her soft feminine face becoming more rugged as her green eyes turned to a grey blue. Her revealing clothing reshaped itself, forming a fitted black men's suit as her body filled out to meet it.
Carl looked down at his chest, finding he was wearing a white blouse which began to rise outwards into a pair of C-cup breasts. His soft brunette hair fell across his face, causing him to have to flick it back over his slender shoulders. His pant legs crept upwards, merging into one, as a tight black skirt wrapped itself around his wide hips and firm round backside. He saw that he was now wearing a pair of shiny black stockings over his shapely legs. A familiar lurching sensation gripped his tummy and he gasped effeminately as his legs snapped tightly together. He cluttered forwards, a pair of shiny black high-heels now strapped to his small feet.
Heather stood up catching him by his small waist before he fell. Carl placed his feminine hand on Heather's toned masculine chest as he stared up at her. He breathed heavily causing his breasts to rise and fall beneath his blouse. It was as disconcerting as ever to find himself staring up at what appeared to be him. He wondered whether Heather found it equally strange to be looking down at herself.
"Heather please," Carl began in his high-pitched voice, "this isn't a good time or place."
"Come on Carl," Heather spoke in Carl's own deep voice, "I figure you owe me this."
"What do you mean?" Carl asked, clutching to the side of his wooden desk to try and keep his balance on his high-heeled shoes. He watched as Heather began to confidently stride around his office with his own body.
"All this!" Heather gestured around her. "Don't you think it a little strange how quickly you rose to the top in this company? Do you really think it was all down to your top-rate business skills?"
"What do you mean?" Carl's pretty face frowned. It was true, he had been promoted several times, all within the space of a few months. But it was nothing he hadn't worked hard for.
"No Carl, it was me. It was my spells that helped get you where you are today. It was all me. And what do I have to show for it?"
Carl flinched as Heather's voice took on a darker more threatening tone. She walked back over to him. Carl felt his round backside bump against his desk as he tried to back away. Heather slipped her large arms around his small waist, pressing in tight to his feminine body. She tilted Carl's chin up so that he was looking directly at her.
"So as I said, you owe me this."
Heather's lips came down onto Carl's lips, smearing his red lipstick as she forced her tongue down his throat. Carl whimpered beneath her. She broke their kiss, breathing heavily. Reaching up with both hands she pulled fiercly at Carl's blouse ripping it open and exposing his bare breasts.
"Uhhhh," Carl gasped as Heather roughly squeezed his tits, kissing at his neck. Carl was in such shock that he could hardly move. He felt Heather's large hands on his small waist as she turned him around. Pressing against him from behind, Heather pinned Carl between herself and his large desk. Carl could already feel Heather's hard penis rubbing against his buttocks through their clothing, as she groped at his heavy breasts.
Carl gasped as Heather tugged his tiny skirt up over his hips revealing the lacey tops of his stockings and the garter straps that held them up. Heather forced her large hand between his legs, rubbing his panty against his mound.
Carl's eyes rolled back as he felt Heather pushing his back, lying him forwards across the table, his panty covered ass raised high in the air. Her hands grasped the waist band of his panties and tugged them to halfway down his thighs.
"Uhhhhh!!" Carl eyes snapped wide open as he felt the head of Heather's cock pressing against his pussy. She thrust forward hard, wedging her stiff member up inside of him.
"There," Heather grunted, "this is why women like me don't get anywhere in life. Too many male pigs like you taking advantage of them." Heather thrust forwards again, burrying her cock deep into Carl's pussy. Carl cried out. What did she mean? He'd never shown her anything but his undying love. "Well now Carl honey, now I get to be one of those male pigs."
Heather held Carl over the table as she thrust into him hard from behind, her balls slapping against his bare thighs as she fucked him.
Carl gasped and whimpered, his exposed breasts rubbing against the smooth surface of the table as Heather took her pleasure from him.
"UHHHHHH!! YESSSS!!" Heather grunted as her balls tightened, coming deep inside of Carl's pussy. When she had milked every last drop from her spasming cock she slowly pulled out of him with a wet suction.
Carl's legs trembled as he lay there, still bent over, his skirt still raised over his hips, his ass still raised high in the air. He could feel Heather's juices beginning to leak down the inside of his thighs.
As Heather tucked her cock back into her pants, she pressed the intercom on the desk, beside where Carl lay.
"Miss Waits? Miss O'Brien will be leaving now."
Carl watched as a wicked grin spread across Heather's masculine face.
...continued in Chapter 18
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